Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Do you ever get to the point where the projects that you have sitting around suddenly do nothing for you? Sorta like a relationship that's gone sour, the project no longer sings to you, no more loving coos are exchanged and you stare at the project and think "What the hell did I ever see in you anyway?"

I think that's the state I"m in now. The Noro stole is still okay, not exciting to the point where I have to work on it every minute of the day though. I've lost total interest in the Mantilla blanket and may frog it soon. The pink wool socks that I've had lying around? That's soon to be gone as well. Several other wips are generating the same sentiments in me too.

So what's a knitter to do? Go on and keep the relationship going even though it's a drain on the psyche? Or frog them and find something else? Why do we let ourselves get in these predicaments anyway?

And another question, why the heck am I feeling guilty about letting them go? Don't I have a right to be happy? I've always been a strong proponent of the adage "If it's not fun, then quit doing it and find something else you love to do." Yet when applied to knitting, which, when the day is done, is just playing with two sticks and a bit of string after all, I get sweaty hands and butterflies in the stomach at the thought of just "giving up". It's not like the knitting police are going to show up at my doorstep and cart me off to jail because I set a project free to live a better life out in the wild.

Maybe, I need to tell the knitter's guilt to take a hike and free myself from the feeling of imminent doom. Am I going to paint myself a failure just because of giving up on a project? I think not. I've already proven myself as a successful knitter. These projects in themselves may be not be what I envisioned at first, but that's okay. There's plenty of other projects where those came from and I'll be more than successful at those. Right?

Do you ever get to the point where the projects that you have sitting around suddenly do nothing for you? Sorta like a relationship that's gone sour, the project no longer sings to you, no more loving coos are exchanged and you stare at the project and think "What the hell did I ever see in you anyway?"

I think that's the state I"m in now. The Noro stole is still okay, not exciting to the point where I have to work on it every minute of the day though. I've lost total interest in the Mantilla blanket and may frog it soon. The pink wool socks that I've had lying around? That's soon to be gone as well. Several other wips are generating the same sentiments in me too.

So what's a knitter to do? Go on and keep the relationship going even though it's a drain on the psyche? Or frog them and find something else? Why do we let ourselves get in these predicaments anyway?

And another question, why the heck am I feeling guilty about letting them go? Don't I have a right to be happy? I've always been a strong proponent of the adage "If it's not fun, then quit doing it and find something else you love to do." Yet when applied to knitting, which, when the day is done, is just playing with two sticks and a bit of string after all, I get sweaty hands and butterflies in the stomach at the thought of just "giving up". It's not like the knitting police are going to show up at my doorstep and cart me off to jail because I set a project free to live a better life out in the wild.

Maybe, I need to tell the knitter's guilt to take a hike and free myself from the feeling of imminent doom. Am I going to paint myself a failure just because of giving up on a project? I think not. I've already proven myself as a successful knitter. These projects in themselves may be not be what I envisioned at first, but that's okay. There's plenty of other projects where those came from and I'll be more than successful at those. Right?